Where are the splashes,
the pigments of love
that can make living brilliant?
Palled pain mocks this canvas
so bleak, devoid of
affection’s tender brushings and
my life is shaded, sadly grayed
in sorrow that stands
contrasted against the world.
Where are the splashes, the pigments of love that can make living brilliant? Palled pain mocks this canvas so bleak, devoid of affection’s tender brushings and my life is shaded, sadly grayed in sorrow that stands contrasted against the world.
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